Vern Versus the Leaf Blower!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

On Sunday, my husband decided to try and get the 5 million leaves we have all over our property blown into the neighbor's yard. Not really, but wouldn't we have the best neighbors if they told us that would be fine. Since I had stuff to do inside the house, Fudge came in with me to take her nap. Fudge loves to catch up on her beauty sleep in the afternoon and usually takes her naps back on our bed with two fans blowing on her. Let's just say for the purposes of this blog that she turns them on herself, so it does not sound like Fudge is spoiled in any way. Vern is more of a mover and shaker and if anyone is out in the yard, he wants to be out there too supervising. On Sunday, he was in the driveway chewing his bone while my husband was doing the yard work. Sometime later, my husband opened the door and said that Vern had to stay inside. Later, he told me why. Borrowing a line from one of my favorite shows, Monk, here's what happened.

 

Vern was in the driveway minding his own business.

 

When all of a sudden, this came out of nowhere. Notice how my husband is pointing that leaf blower right in Vern's direction.

At this point, my husband said he noticed Vern jumped up and ran behind the car and out into our yard. He seemed to be running. Imagine the snow is actually leaves.

Apparently, the leaf blower or maybe it was the goofy man wearing a sweat band around his forehead, ear phones, and some contraption on his back, that looked like he was waiting for lift off, must have startled Vern. He didn't think anything about it, which again, is why I am not always sure our dogs should be left in his care.

Well, Vern must have seen this getting closer.

and in desperation to get away, either did this to our deer fencing:

or this...although based on the large hole and some tufts of hair left as evidence, we are going with this option:

When my husband looked up from his leaf blowing, he was surprised to see Vern on the other side of our fence, in the farmer's field, near the gate with his little face looking in. For all I know, Vern could have been throwing rocks at him for hours trying to get his attention.  Vern must not have realized the large hole he left in the deer fencing was another way he could access our yard and that he was just a few feet away from saving himself.

DAD! LET ME IN!

John said Vern was ecstatic when he finally went over and opened the gate and so relieved to see him. Later, we were all out there when John was blowing more leaves and Vern was fine. My husband was probably hoping he had a reason not to have to turn that leaf blower on again, but no such luck.

 

Vern is relieved all the leaf blowing work is done, but I bet he is thinking, "Dad, you missed a few leaves, right over here."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[BG and Gavin]

You are a good boy Vern.  I am sure that you were just patrolling, watching for the neighbours to come home so you could signal to your dad to stop blowing the leaves in their yard!

[Jennifer,Chloe & Myla]

Very cute! Poor Vern that's way worse than a lawnchair! Cute but not the sharpest knife in the drawer, since he couldn't find his way back! (sorry) The last picture does look like he's thinking what about these???